Harry emerged from the bank. The journey up from his mother's vault had been a bit of a daze thinking of the possibilities of what on parseltongue his mother's books contained. Having not looked in the books he didn't really know. Alas, he probably wouldn't know for a while, parseltongue books being something he probably shouldn't read in public considering the social stigma.

"Oh, 'ello there Harry. Did you get everything you needed," said Hagrid as he laid his glove of a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry looked up at him and said, "Yep, got everything I need, where to next? Can I get my wand?" Harry really wanted to get his wand again. He's felt like a part of him has been imssing since he lost his phoenix feather wand a while ago.

Hagrid chuckled: "sure Harry, you can go get your wand, I'm going to pick something up from one of the stores, but I'll be waiting outside for you." Harry rushed off towards Ollivanders.

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Outside Ollivanders

Before him stood the same dusty, musty shop that he remembered. "It's kinda weird that it's kept in such a bad state. Must be for the mystique of it" Harry thought.

The door opened and a starry-eyed first year walked past him only for Harry to chuckle, "Did I look like that when I got my wand," Harry thought laughing to himself. "Let's do this," Harry thought as he opened the door and entered the store.

"ACHOO!" Harry sneezed, "Bloody hell is it dusty in here or what?" The store was as he remembered it: super mysterious, dark, and kinda creepy.

"Hello there Mister Potter," said a super creepy old man who seemed to have risen out of the floor.

"Oh, uh, hi. Where did you come from?" Harry was very confused since there didn't seem to be anywhere that Ollivander could have been hiding behind.

"That's not important," Ollivander said nudged a circular rug over a trap door, "lets see about getting you a wand instead of asking silly questions," he said slowly leaning forward until his face was level with Harry's only centimeters away. Suddenly his face was quickly drawn back and a tape measure took its place. "Stand still please and allow the device to take its measurements."

A minute passed before Harry began to ask questions on wands. He had always been curious about them but no one seemed to know much and the opportunity to ask Ollivander hadn't arisen the last time around. Ollivander was simply delighted that a young-in was taking an interest in wands.

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"Hey Ollivander," as Harry had been told to call him, "do you have any books on wand crafting I could buy," Harry asked thinking it would be brilliant if he could make extra wands for himself and his friends.

"Sure Harry, I'll get you some after we find you a wand," Ollivander said just as the tape measure finished its job.

"Does taking measurements actually make finding a wand easier?" Harry asked, unsure of how such a thing would make wand matching easier.

"No, not really, it merely keeps the kids entertained while I read their aura. That's how I match wands, aura reading. Otherwise this job would take bloody forever," he said as he wandered to and fro in the shop collecting various wands for Harry to try.

Harry went through many wands with extremely varying rules. Some did nothing, some shot motes of light, and some simply erupted in flames. This continued on for a while, Ollivander growing more and more excited thinking that something truly special might occur, only for him to suddenly stop whilst perusing the shelves, "Could it be? Maybe, just maybe," he looked back at Harry, his eyes shining in the muted light of the shop. He slowly withdrew a box from the shelf, inspected it, and reverently brought it to Harry. " Now, try this wand," he said removing the lid from the box revealing a wand with which Harry was intimately familiar, his phoenix feather wand. Harry reached forward and grasped it only for the world to explode around him and his lose of consciousness.

"Haaaarrrrrrry, come on now. You need to wake up," Harry heard from what seemed a great distance before a sharp pain suddenly exploded across his face.

"Di-did you just slap me?" Harry asked incredulously, "was that honestly necessary?"

"I can't very well have people walk into my store and see The-Boy-Who-Lived unconscious on my floor," Ollivander said as he sat at his desk pondering what wand he could possibly proffer to Harry next. He suddenly stood up and scurried off into the back of the shop calling back to Harry, "follow me lad, I think I might have just the wand for you."

Off they went through the shop, Harry quickly getting lost in all maze of shelves. They went up stairs, down stairs, and through many doors before finally arriving at the bottom of a staircase before a simply door. Ollivander shuffled around going through his pockets, "now where are those bloody keys, never thought I'd need to open this door," he said.

After a few minutes he eventually struck gold, "Ah ha. Now Harry, the wands that lie within this room are very old and very special. They were created over a millennium ago by a distant ancestor of mine who was a seer, she saw that there would be peculiar people, just like yourself, who would be unable to use any old wand like we have in the main shop. Some have found their owner throughout the ages while most still reside here, waiting for their destined to arrive," he said before unlocking the door and allowing Harry inside, "you must find the wand that feels right, there shall only be one and it shall call to you as a child calls for its mother." And with that Ollivander shut the door leaving Harry alone in the room.

"Well, not quite alone," Harry thought as he turned around and looked about the room. It was a very plain room, being built entirely of stone. Lining the walls were wooden tables upon which sat many wooden boxes all of which appeared extremely aged. Harry deciding to begin proceeded to the nearest box bearing table. The box was very simply bearing a simple brass clasp and no defining features, seemingly the same as every other box in the room.

Harry undid the clasp and opened the box. Inside, upon a velvet cushion, lay a wand of a blood red wood. Simply seeing it made shivers descend down Harry's spine and as he reached forward to grasp it gruesome scenes of violence and gore flashed before Harry's vision. He quickly withdrew his hand thinking "bloody hell! That was... a BLOODY HELL!"

Moving on to the next box Harry opened it to discover, upon another velvet cushion, a wand made seemingly of emerald, "since when are wands not wood," thought Harry as he continued to inspect. Having no apparent consequences from simply observing it, Harry reached out to grasp the wand. He managed to grab it only for visions of a grand green scene to show in his mind along with pictures of a girl on whose feet reside ruby slippers. "Probably not," Harry thought putting down the wand and gazing once more about the room, "this may take a while."

Harry continued on through many wands and had a large variety of reactions, although each coupled with a vision, none being as mortifying as the first wand, some even enjoyable. Finally though, some three quarters of the way through all the wands in the room, Harry stumbled upon something special. From the very moment he stood before it he new something was different. Before he had even opened the box he could feel a pull, a tug emanating from within it. He was slightly worried. Nonetheless he gathered his Gryffindor courage and marched onward undoing the clasp and flinging the box open.

There, Harry knew, this was his wand. Harry could feel its cry, its need to be with him. He slowly stretched out his hand splaying his fingers and before his hand had even reached the wand it sprang from the box into Harry's awaiting fingers. As it rested firmly within Harry's grasp he could feel the power surging through him, a visible aura appearing around him shedding a bright green light not dissimilar to his eyes in colour. Harry knew this was the wand for him. He put it back within box, refastening the clasp, and picked it up reverently.

He walked back to the door and knocked upon it a single time and Ollivander opened the door. "Lets retreat to my workroom and then you can show me your wand," he said as he led Harry back through his maze of a store, "so, what was it like, those wands are to special to not have done something?"

"It... was certainly an experience. The wands. They gave me visions," Harry said before remembering, "Ollivander, I saw a wand made of emerald, I thought wands could only be made of wood?"

Ollivander, seemingly delighted at the question, answered, "Well, you see young Harry, that is a common misconception, but one that could only be discovered if one were to delve into wand making lore. Wands are mass produced in wood due to the magical flexibility inherent in it. This allows the wand to be utilized successfully by a much greater amount of people. Without this flexibility a store styled as this one is could simply never work. Aura reading is not specific enough to match other types of material, where only wood is general enough. Other materials and especially gems are work on so specific a magical wavelength that only single person could wield them out of every hundred of generations of magicals. Therefore the types of materials can only be utilized in custom crafting where the wand is fitted specifically for a user." And with that they had reached Ollivander's workroom.

+1 Wand Crafting

+1 Wand Crafting

+1 Wand Crafting

Ollivander's workroom was slightly similar to the room of many wands that Harry had been in before. It had many a table strewn around the room with various pieces of wood, wand cores, and other things lain atop them. Ollivander strode up to a table in the middle of the room and motioned for Harry to place the box upon it. Harry did so and continued to unclasp and open the box revealing his wand. Ollivander bent over and began to inspect it, "Ah, interesting choice, a brown laurel wood, the wand of a winner that is, thirty three centimeters long, good length," he lightly bent the wand, "and very flexible. A core of Royal Sphinx tongue, odd. It seems like this shall be an excellent wand Harry, do it proud." He put the wand back into the box and redid the clasp. "Now," he claps a single time, "we must attune this box to you so that if you are ever unable of taking your wand somewhere and must leave it someplace this box is perfectly safe. Place your hand upon it and give me just a minute," he said gesturing for Harry's compliance.

Harry reached forward and place his hand, palm down, atop the box. Ollivander drew his wand and began to circle around Harry and the box, waving his wands and mumbling unintelligible words. This continued on for a minute when Ollivander suddenly stopped rapped his wand upon the box. A loud gong rung throughout the room and the box began to change. With light erupting from it, the box slowly changed its shape. The color of the wood shifted from a pale oak wood to a dark ebony. The edges, rather than being roughly hewn, became softer and rounder. The clasp became fine gold. Finally, the lid of the box gained a depression in the shape of the lightning bolt, identical to the bolt that lay upon Harry's forehead.

The light show had eventually died down with Harry & Ollivander both leaning over and seeing how the box had changed. "The box looks very nice now Harry, very regal," Ollivander said to Harry, "why don't you grab your wand from it and we can go get you all sorted out at the front desk." He patted Harry on the back and scurried off into the corner of the room and began collecting various books. Harry opened the box and retrieved his wand from where it lay on the now green velvet pillow. Together they left the room and managed to navigate to the front of the store which was as empty as when they had left. "Okay Harry, here are those books you wanted," Ollivander said as he piled things onto the table next to the register, "and also a wand holster, simply must have one so as to not risk injury to your wand."

Harry pulled out his money pouch and asked, "how much for it all," very much intending to pay for it.

"Oh, that's not necessary Harry, this was such a wonderful experience that it paid for itself," Ollivander said waving his hand at the thought of needing payment.

Harry, very uncomfortable with the idea of not paying, replied, "but all this stuff must be worth a bloody fortune, I won't just take it for free."

Ollivander laughed, "Harry, this was more than a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, this was a chance very few Ollivanders get to have, also, it's not like I could have sold the wand to another, but if you must insist, that will be one galleon for the wand holster." Harry signed realizing that Ollivander was not going to back down on this and withdrew a sole galleon from his pouch and deposited it on the table. Ollivander snatched it up and plopped it into his registrar and waved Harry out of the store. "Visit again any time Harry, I am more than willing to help with your wand crafting. And don't worry about the money, I'll just massively overcharge the next pureblood who comes on through, they won't question a thing," he called to Harry with a massive smirk on his face. Harry left the store with a similar grin set for the next leg of his diagon journey.